I make no bones about the fact that "Christmas" has long had no meaning for me. I'm not Christian for one and I get squicky about buying stuff for the sake of filling the space under the tree. Personally, I don't need anything. And if I want something, I just get it. I guess I'm at that stage of my life where I've started looking at piles of untouched stuff in cupboards and drawers and think, "Ugh! I need to get rid of this crap." The prospect of adding to that pile makes me cranky.
The issue is that not everyone in my family is in the same place, making change a bit more difficult. Being sick, for sure, has helped me more than anything to release the "shoulds", honing down to what really matters.
Good food, yes. But I don't have to make everything.
Good friends, yes. But not the entire neighbourhood.
Decorations, sure. But only those that are most meaningful.
Presents, okay. But a token, thoughtful or fun. Leave the socks for another day.
I will have to take a deep breath and let go of perceived perfection cultivated over years and years that has long since left me feeling empty and overwhelmed. And am looking forward to this new, lighter, leaner holiday season. My wish for all of you, is a season celebrated in a way that resonates with you. Welcome Light!
